Overlord: The Undead King Movie Novelas e Histórias

King Edward's Point of View "Oh, my King, don't stop," The bitch below me moaned while I fucked her roughly. She was one of the maids that worked in the castle, my castle. My name is Edward Thompson, and I am the Vampire King now. I took over after King Lestat was killed because he thought some hybrid was his beloved. I always thought King Lestat wasn't a good king. He made stupid decisions, like when he decided to end the war between vampires and werewolves.

A powerful snarl rumbled from his chest. He had transformed. A werewolf. And then he spoke, his voice low and commanding. “I am the King of the Moonbound Werewolves. Eryx Bloodban.” he said. And that’s when everything went black.

Once you found one the rest were very easy to spot because they had a similar smell that came with them being from the same sire. It was like having a family DNA. I was a blood bath. One I hadn't done in years and one I didn't know I missed. I'd killed them all. Draining them completely and then leaving them out in the sun to disappear. When vampires are drained completely and decapitated, they lose their immunity against the sun and then they are burnt to ashes by the sun. I wasn't able to find them all. Some had vanished into thin air. I was going to get them. I just wanted to focus on Christopher first.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Dua questioned, fear seeping into her voice. The maid opened her mouth, revealing her sharp fangs. Dua's eyes widened, her whole being trembling. "V...va...vampire?" The maid gripped Dua tighter, bringing her fangs to Dua's neck. Dua closed her eyes, letting out a loud scream. The door burst open, and in a blink of an eye, the King, Alexander was there. His hand gripping the maid's jaw tightly, just a breath from Dua's skin.

​I squeezed my eyes shut, a wave of sheer, terrifying vulnerability washing over me. ​What happened? ​The Warlord's tactical mind slowly booted up, fighting through the thick fog of pain. And then, the memories hit me like a physical blow. ​The blood-red sky over the Northern Keep. The shadows are pooling in the courtyard. The True King of Blood, manifesting like a dark god, promised that his undead army would strike soon. He hadn't given us an exact timeline. He had left the threat hanging over us like a guillotine waiting to drop.

Thru seemed to have a leader this time, a huge hooded man with an aura twice as intimidating. "Sebastian Deusdedit," he called out in a eerie tone. "Respect," she spat, "emperor Sebastian, your honor." The hooded blood sucker laughed, an unpleasant sound. "I'm also a king, you know, a lord. The lord of the vampires, what you term as blood suckers." "I don't care what you call yourself but I warn you to stay away from me and my wife." The vampire lord chuckled, throwing back his hood to reveal a deathly pale face with long sharp fangs.

he said instead “they are getting closer and they are causing havoc on the way this new overlord thinks its okay to kill whole towns and villages to feed the people who have sworn fealty... i am afraid of the damage he is causing my king.... if he keeps it up we will be mobbed for sure” barry said

Staring at the lifeless body of the Overlord made King Darren feel more dread. Even in death, the eerie aura that followed the leader of Skullis still existed. Without making much noise, the men that transported the Overlord from the seated position he was found, covered the dead body and stood aside, awaiting the next set of instructions. A terrible tugging in his chest, Darren took his sight off the Overlord’s body. He looked past the windows and saw how the moon kept shining bright, unaware that some sort of a disaster had befallen the kingdom.

Dust flew everywhere they go, yet it didn't stopped them from tearing each other's skin. They knew one of them needs to die, and someone needs to win, only then a new responsible king will be born. They had known about the birth of their king, but that king abandoned them. That king had no desire to dominate the world and kill all the living beings, that's why they need a new king. A competent king that will defeat that former king, so they can finally wipe out the remaining living beings in this country. Seeing no orders to attack the living beings, the undeads decided that they needed a new monarch. They may not understand what had happened to their current monarch, but their instinct to a

The monster who had slaughtered kingdoms, burned cities, caused a major chaos was answering to someone else? My laughter was humourless when it came. “You’re saying the Rogue King isn’t the final boss?” Frederick’s lips curved into a faint, grim smile. “He was never the top of the chain.” My pulse thundered in my ears at the weight of this information. “Then what the hell does my father have to do with this?” His eyes glinted with deep regret. “Tell me, Cardan,” he said softly, “have you ever heard of the Undead?”